Charles
looking back at the past
Before you past
I remember so little
I thought you were fit as a fiddle
I can't remember your smile
i haven't seen it in a wile
If only I could hear your voice
Oh! How I would rejoice
Now I sit here years latter Shedding tear after tear
And my only fear Is to forget you
And our memory's how few
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Ember rose
I have been writing since 6th grade and it is my outlet and now I am a Junior in high school I am dark and my mom calls my writing shock poetry my dream job is to be a clinical physiatrist and help people like me who come from broken homes and have a dark mind set get better and to a point they will be happy with themselves and who they are. just a pre warning I can't spell and lack the ability to use grammar properly so I am sorry to anyone who is OCD about spelling and grammar that read what I write. -stay strong and love-
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